With Taylor Swift blaring out of my headphones, I arrived in the city that doesn’t sleep. Rather fittingly, I hadn’t slept. An eight hour bus drive from Virginia, with the person sitting next to you snoring unnecessarily loudly, is not a recipe for relaxation. But, undeterred, I set about trying to cram as many experiences as possible into one weekend in the Big Apple. Here are my top ten suggestions for a trip to NYC!
Whether you have lived in California your whole life like me, or have never seen the Pacific Ocean, a road trip along the West Coast of the USA should definitely be on your bucket list. A year ago I embarked on the 3 state, 1,400-mile-long road trip, and I am here to give you a border to border guide, from a West Coast native.
If you are ever unsure about what to do with your summer, take a moment to consider this: Camp America. An international company that places willing staff at summer camps all over the U.S.A. Camp America will find you an 8-week placement which includes room and board, walk you through your visa, organise your flights and handle any problems or issues you have before, during and after your time overseas. I can answer your skeptical questions you might have now. Don’t think you can afford it? With low upfront costs, that you can actually earn back in your ‘pocket money’ salary, it is an incredibly cheap way to travel. Don’t think you have the time or energy to sort it out? The application form is online, quick, and Camp America does the rest for you. Don’t think it’ll be fun? Well, I’ve done it twice, and am still craving to go back for another summer.
At the end of last term, I was stuck in Newark Airport for ten hours with only an NBC store and an Earl of Sandwich for company. I blew through two ham and cheeses in the sandwich shop pretty quickly, and moved onto the news store. Because all my books were in my checked baggage, I did a very public happy dance when I realized the place had a book section. Even better, ‘ A Moveable Feast’ by Ernest Hemingway was on mark down.
When I think of Texas, I think of home. I think of vast expanses of flat land, across which you can see for miles, with perhaps the silhouette of a revolving oil rig in the distance. I think of men in starched shirts and tight Wranglers, their boots worn yet clearly made of soft, supple leather. I smell brisket, I smell Tex-Mex. The list of things that make Texas special to me does not include what others might think of – George H. W. Bush, mega churches, capital punishment, or the infamous television show, Dallas.